Sometimes late at night when she can't sleep, she burrows into
the back of her closet, pulls out the forbidden clothing, and puts
it on. Scrap of black lace underwear, smooth leather skirt sliding
over her thighs. No bra, just thin silver lycra. The boots zip up the
sides and fit like a second skin. Silent; mustn't wake Nell,
mustn't let her know what her perfect cheerleader niece wishes
she could be. Lana outlines her eyes darkly and thinks that it
makes her look older, mysterious. Careful outline of her lips,
filled in perfectly, smooth and raspberry-flavored and glossy.
Delicate sweep of pearly eyeshadow over her eyelids.

Lana stands before her mirror with her legs planted firmly apart,
hands on hips. She tosses her head and her hair ripples glossy
in in the light from her desk lamp. Shampoo ad hair, she thinks,
and wishes it were different. Wishes she were different. Quirky,
not beautiful. Witty, not sweet. She hates the way the boys at
school look at her, like she's some perfect untouchable ice
goddess, like they want to worship her. Then there are the ones
who scare her, who look at her with hungry eyes like they want to
drag her down.

She puts her hands on her hips, tries out the smile she's been
practicing for weeks in secret. She's been watching Chloe in
class, trying to pinpoint that exact combination of cockiness and
vulnerability. There, gone.

Lana wonders how Whitney and Clark and Pete would react if
she wore this to school. She wonders if Chloe would look at her
differently if she cut her hair and wore scarlet lipstick. Maybe
she'll quit the squad tomorrow, or next week. Maybe it's time for
Lana to change.

One last look in the mirror. She feels false now, like she's
wearing someone else's face. Maybe she'll just keep on the way
she's going: Lana Lang, cheerleader, supportive girlfriend, good
but not great student.

Then she wipes off her makeup with cold cream and a soft cloth,
and folds up her secret clothing and hides it again in the back of
the closet. She goes to bed in her lacy nightgown (she
remembers when she used to love how it made her feel like a
princess), and dreams without remembering.